“Show me,” I growl. “Show me what your skirt hid from me last night. I want to see your pussy as you stroke it with your fingers.”
Her eyes flare wide, and there’s a small catch in her breathing. I take another couple of steps back. Spotting a metal folding chair off to the side, I hook it with my foot without removing my eyes from Emberleigh. I take a seat, forcing my body to relax.
“What’s your name?” she asks.
I drag my eyes away from the heavenly vision of her pussy and look at her. She’s leaning back on one hand, and her other hand is gently running up one thigh and down the other, purposely missing the place I want her to touch the most. Her tits jut out with how she’s reclined, and her nipples poke out at me, begging for my lips to wrap around them.
“Nathan,” I tell her through a dry throat.
She licks her lips and repeats my name, just like I did when she told me hers. I fucking love the way it sounds coming from her lips.
She bends one leg and sets her foot on the edge of the counter. Her pussy lips part, and I hiss out a breath when I see how wet she is. It drips from her opening and runs down the crack of her ass, I’m sure making a mess on the counter beneath her.
Starting at her knee, she slowly runs the tips of her fingers down her leg. I barely bite back a growl when she pauses right before she hits the apex of her thighs. I snap my gaze to hers, and she fucking smirks. A second later, the look disappears and her lips form an O when her fingers meet her clit. Her hips jerk and her head falls back on her shoulders, the ends of her hair dragging on the counter behind her.
She looks fucking delicious. The groan that leaves my chest has her lifting her head and opening her eyes. She pants as she holds my stare and flicks her finger back and forth over her clit.
“Put a finger inside,” I grunt gruffly. “I wanna see you fuck yourself with your fingers.”
Her answering moan has my cock growing painfully hard. She fits two fingers at her opening and slowly pushes them inside. I rip the button open on my jeans and tear down the zipper, needing relief before I completely fucking lose it. As soon as my cock is free, I grip the base and stroke upward. Her eyes watch me, and her fingers mirror my movements. I stroke down, her fingers go in. I stroke up, and her fingers pull out.
A drop of precum appears on the tip, and I imagine smearing it over her lips, right before she takes the head into her mouth and sucks. I close my eyes and grit my teeth, praying to hell and back I can refrain from coming. Her cries of pleasure have them springing back open.
Her mouth is open and her brows are scrunched up. Her chest heaves, and her tits quiver. Looking down, I watch as three fingers slip in and out of her pussy, the heel of her hand pressing hard against her clit. I jerk my hand away from my cock and stand. My jeans sit low on my hips and I yank out my wallet in search of a condom. Her eyes never leave mine as I rip the foil packet open and painfully slide the rubber over my sensitive shaft.
I stalk over to her and pull her ass to the edge of the counter. Looking into her eyes, I grind out, “You want my cock inside you?”
No time passes before she’s moaning, “Yes.”
I grip the base of my cock, notch it at her opening, and pull her forward at the same time I slam into her.
“Fuck,” I snarl as she cries out. “Too fucking tight.”
I hold still for a moment, trying to calm my raging need to come, but her walls clamp down on me, making it impossible. Gripping her waist firmly, I pull back and with a growl, I shove my hips forward again.
“Nathan,” she pants, spiking my need even more.
The heels of her shoes dig into my ass, her hand grips my shirt, and she tugs my mouth down to hers. My mouth consumes hers as each of our bodies take pleasure from the other’s.
My knees knock against the cabinet as her ass rubs back and forth on the counter. Bottles of shit fall to the floor and roll around. My pants slide down my legs and stop at my ankles. Her moans and my grunts mix together with the bass of the music on the other side of the door.
When I feel her small hand between us, I yank my mouth away from her and look down. The sight of her fingers, tipped with blue fingernail polish, playing with her clit sends fire licking down my spine. The muscles in my arms bunch as I lean over her and take one of her nipples into my mouth. I bite the tip through the thin material of her top. She cries out, and her walls clamp impossibly tight around my shaft.
Her nails dig into my bicep and her head thumps against the cabinet behind her. I release her nipple with a groan. My neck muscles tighten as I feel the first spurt of cum shoot out of me. Intense pleasure courses through my legs, up my spine, and out through my dick.
Her head lifts, mouth open, and her eyes meet mine. Sweat trickles down my cheeks and drops on her thighs. Neither of us say anything for several moments. We just stand there and catch our breath while looking at the other.
“Who are you?” she asks, breaking the silence.
I pull back from her and gently bring her legs to the floor. Slipping the condom off my half-hard cock, I tie the end and toss it into a trash can.
Pulling my jeans back up, I tuck myself inside, then look at her. “I’m nobody.”
She frowns as if she’s confused, shakes her head, then pushes her skirt back down. She looks around a moment, then back at me, holding out a hand.
“Panties.”
One corner of my mouth tips up. “They’re mine now.”